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Marvel: President Stark 22 - One Year Gift & The Failed Plot
🕑 Added 2024-12-06 21:14:35 +0000 UTCLogan Miller was a nobody, or at least he thought of himself that way. A simple Secret Service team leader tasked with planning out the President's safe movements. He used to love his job until a year ago when Presidents were rather… grounded.
"Ma'am, it's important protocol to know where the President is." Logan knocked at the President's chief secretary's door in the middle of the night as he couldn't find the President anywhere.
Darcy, rubbing her eyes, folded her arms annoyedly. "How am I supposed to know where he is? He can fly, in case you forgot. And, spoiler alert—I don’t have wings."
"Ma'am, but it's two in the morning, and there is no clue where the President is. This is unprecedented in history. He's the President of the United States. He can't just vanish on nights and reappear on days. The Secret Service has to plan out security details and—"
Darcy yawned and stepped backward, "Yeah, get comfy with it, bud. The guy’s got, like, a thousand Iron Guardians zipping around the country 24/7. Pretty sure that beats your guns and armored SUVs—no offense, it’s just facts. America wasn’t exactly ready for a President Superhero. Anyway, night-night, I need my beauty sleep."
Poor Logan, tired and defeated, turned back and returned to his workspace and stared at his computer screen. His entire schedule was practically empty, and he had nothing to do.
Just another day in his now boring job.
####
As morning came, Tony got his call about all the Supreme Court judges resigning. He dressed up and rocketed back to the White House as quickly as he could. It was best to pick like-minded folks to take the position now and ensure his plans go smoothly.
Woosh!
The large window shifted open and he hovered into the Oval Office.
Thud!
"Alright, hit me. Check off every name tossed out by anyone with a political agenda. Jarvis, make me a shortlist—bonus points if they’re already sipping my brand of Kool-Aid," Tony ordered the already-packed room. They were his chosen advisers and handpicked selectors. After all, his goal wasn't just to be the President. The midterm elections were going to see the rise of a third party.
435 seats in the House and one-third of the Senate. Also, 36 Governors, and many more State Legislators like attorneys general, secretaries of state, and local officials like mayors, judges, and more.
It was a huge pie, and Tony wanted it all. His popularity was at its peak, and it was the best time to strike the iron.
"It's difficult to gather nine names that fully back you. But seven? I think we can manage that," Raven said, sliding the resumes across the table for Tony to inspect.
Tony quickly scanned the names and used Jarvis to look up their histories. All the major judgments in their lifetimes. All the people they supported, and the places they spent their money. He didn't want some newly converted who just started supporting him. He needed someone whose core beliefs aligned with him.
"I'll handle the interviews myself," Tony said, sliding the selected resumes across the table. "Call them in tomorrow—spaced an hour apart."
"Got it." Darcy grabbed the papers and left the room quickly.
Raven, still there, started with the next agenda. "The one-year anniversary is arriving in a few days. You said you want to hold an event, but I'll need more details. How many people? What kind? Dinner? Public gathering?"
"Let’s keep it simple, like my oath-taking ceremony—regular folks need to hear this, and I’ve got some great news to drop." Tony stepped closer to Raven’s chair, gently lifting her chin with a touch that was more reassuring than flashy. "Four years—that’s the plan. With the Supreme Court on our side, I think we can push Mutant recognition further. Actually, scratch that. Let’s go with Metahumans. Sounds cooler, right? Like humans, but with a dash of superhero chic. I think it’ll play better."
"Thanks, Tony." Raven sprang to her feet, decreasing the gap between their bodies until her bosom smushed into his chest. She raised herself on her toes and pecked close to his lips. "Thanks for everything."
"Just doing my job," Tony replied, throwing an arm around her curvaceous waist, that hourglass mold of her body made him feel things. "So, how’s your end holding up? Got any juicy intel, or is it all classified fluff?"
"You know most of them. But I suspect that the federal government is compromised on a deeper level. Some intel is being kept from the White House. Boys’ clubs are popping up—little clusters here and there. I’m still digging. I’ll have the report in a few days," Raven revealed. Being the Chief of Staff for Tony was a job she took very seriously. She had bet her name on Tony's drive to bring a change, after all.
Tony sighed and stopped holding Raven. He stepped back and poured himself a glass of water. "Guessed that much. With all the folks I've refused to bow to, they're probably teaming up to play the big game. Don’t sweat it—I’ll hear about them soon enough."
"Then, I'll get moving." Raven grabbed the files she brought and started leaving. However, the tapping of her heels stopped as she reached the door. "Tony…"
"Yeah?" He glanced back at her.
"Be safe."
He chuckled and gave her a thumbs-up. He didn't want to acknowledge it, but knowing there were people who genuinely cared for his well-being was heartwarming. Pepper, May, Raven… He felt like this was his second life, based on how things had changed.
"Alright then, back to work." He curled his table and sat down in the chair. He grabbed his personal laptop and engaged with Jarvis, creating a flow chart, plan, and strategies for the Midterms.
The title of the file was the name of his entry into the political big league—the National Technocratic Alliance.
####
Meanwhile, Steve Rogers arrived at Triskelion and confronted Nick Fury about his spy-style maneuvers that were often too secret even for him. He asked to be informed more, and Fury did just that by taking him underground.
The massive underground base was beyond anything Steve had seen in his life. Even larger than the best of Hydra facilities he had seen before.
"This is Project Insight. Three next-generation helicarriers synced to a network of targeting satellites. Once we get them in the air, they never need to come down. Continuous sub-orbital flight, courtesy of our new repulsor engines.”
"Did Tony sanction money for all this?" That was the first thing Steve asked Fury, who was now junior to him in rank.
Fury shrugged and continued to give him a tour. "No, the previous President did. Stark wants to shut this down, seeing this as a waste of money. But Stark doesn't understand the risks of doing everything on his own. How many Iron Guardians will he make? Ten thousand? A million?"
Steve looked around at the massive helicarriers. They looked much different from the previous one. These had far more firepower and looked like a weapon made for dominance more than defense.
"These… what are these for?"
"Preemptive strike. After New York, I convinced the Council to take a more active approach. We'll know the DNA of any terrorist or bad actor before they step out of their mom's basement. These three will strike down any threat before it becomes a threat."
Steve shook his head, a little disappointed. "I thought justice was served in courts."
"We're dealing with different threats, Captain. The world isn't the same as before. There used to be one Red Skull, but now they’re dime a dozen. If we don't take a stand, we'll be sitting ducks," Fury assertively replied and tried to pat on Steve's shoulder.
Steven stepped back, however. "This isn't freedom I fought for. Putting a gun to everyone's head isn't protecting the world—this is how tyranny starts."
"Didn't we build nukes to end the war? You need overwhelming firepower to make sure they back down before they even think about raising their hands. That's the price of peace, Captain."
"That's a very heavy price…" Steve muttered and straightened his back, "I'll ask Stark if he knows all this… I hope he does, Colonel Fury."
For the first time, Steve used his General rank to address the cold man before him. After the New York invasion, he had learned his lesson.
It was never good to trust a spy. Especially the likes of Fury, too drunk on their grand ambition of peace.
####
"Is this it, Jarvis?"
"This appears to be the location, Sir."
Tony unmasked his metal suit and looked at the mansion before him. It stood in the middle of nowhere outside New York City, surrounded by lush lawns, trees, and some gardens, with a lake to boast.
"No cars around." Tony scanned the entire building, looking for any inhabitants. "Any luck in the basement, Jarvis?"
"There is no basement, Sir."
Frowning, Tony took a step forward and stood on the porch. The mansion sat on massive land, but the mansion itself was small and made of simple wood. Its single-door entrance looked like your average suburban home entry.
Creak!
"Automatic?" The mansion looked common, but it was far from that. The door opened automatically, and there was nobody behind it. However, the lights inside were turned on and the floor was clean.
He walked into what looked like a large, homely living hall. A massive TV was hung on the wall, the fireplace was oozing warmth, and couches were numerous, with a coffee table in the middle.
"She's here." Tony deduced and went ahead to take a seat without stepping out of his metal suit. However, he removed his helmet completely since it was all made of nanotech at that point. "I could use a beer."
Clink!
Just as he said that, a clang of glasses came from the open doorway leading to the luxurious kitchen. Standing at the door frame was a tall, sultry, beautiful blonde with two bottles of beer in her hands. Tony, though, was more gobsmacked by her attire.
Her long, pale, perfect legs stretched in all their glory, naked with white heels on her feet. The rest of her attire was a white sheer negligee, loosely tied around her waist. Not much was hidden, the contours and curves were all visible with a hint of her ivory skin.
"Someone said ‘beer’?"
Tony stared at her charming face, her hair loosely tied in a bun behind her head. He had to agree, no matter the faults and suspicions, that Emma Frost was one heck of a feminine beauty.
"And the beauty?" Tony jokingly replied and got up. The armor shifted from his arm, revealing his real hand without fully leaving him vulnerable. He grabbed a beer from her and shook her hand, though his eyes took some extra liberties.
Emma proudly smirked and let him savor the view. It was one of her weapons, after all. "If you're done feasting, shall we take a seat?"
"Feast? More like an appetizer, I'd say." Tony hit back and sat down on the couch beside her. "Pretty shady place to invite the President."
"Hmm… I don't want any scandals." Emma answered and sipped her beer. "Besides, I prefer privacy… the less souls to disturb, the better."
Tony chuckled, "For a moment I thought you were implying something, Emma."
"Oh, I am," Emma blurted and downed the whole bottle of beer with ease. "You're not even trying to fool me with your gaze, Tony."
"Should I?" He asked back cheekily. "Fine, I'll stop fooling around. But tell me, how did you get all nine at the same time?"
Emma slid closer to Tony's side. Once their shoulders touched, she shifted her sultry legs sideways, looking at him. Playfully, she reached out and caressed his bearded face with a slender, perfectly manicured finger.
"Not too hard, darling. What's common among them? They are all old and horny, be it man or woman. Over the years, like most, they also did things they weren't proud of. But in their case, they didn't clean their tracks well enough."
"You blackmailed them?"
Emma lowered her hand from his face, trailing down his metallic chest with her playful fingers, and then slipped her palm down his lap. In response, Tony's armor made way, his nanotech receding. Her hand landed on his pants, sliding down the fabric and tickling his thigh.
He kept his eyes on her, letting her hand do whatever she pleased. He loved the temptation, and his groin loved the attention even more. His bulging pole of flesh was now straining against the cloth of his pants.
"Hardly blackmail. I simply reminded them of the skeletons in their closet. Quite surprisingly, they opted for self-preservation over a fight."
As Tony fell into deep thought, Emma's hand grabbed his growing bulge and gently shifted on the couch. Her slender knees landed right between Tony’s legs, her beautifully formed assets jutting right between his jittery thighs. Her clear blue gaze looked up at his face and he looked down at her.
A subtle, mischievous smile hung on her lips as her hands unzipped his pants and pulled them lower.
"Why're you doing this?" Tony asked her plainly. "What do you get out of this?"
"Why else would I wear such an attire, Tony?"
"We barely know each other," he said, reminding her of their lack of association.
Emma smirked and tugged on the waistband of his underwear, ready to pull down the last piece of cloth stopping her. "Tony, there's hardly a man out there who I fancy. You—it's your name, your fame, and your triumphs that seduce me. If not the Tony Stark, who else is worthy of Emma Frost?"
"Sounding a bit narcissistic there, girl."
"Hah, we're perfect then."
Emma pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs too and held his shaft with her gently clenched fist. His hot rod was perfectly positioned in front of her charming face. She bit and licked her glossy lips, marveling at his size; her index finger and thumb couldn’t form a perfect circle around his hot swollen flesh.
Tony watched as she brushed her hair behind her ears, and slowly lowered her face, like a high-class woman in heat, but unwilling to truly let go. She parted her rosy lips, and he shuddered as he saw her wet pink tongue start to lick his swollen cock head. Her graceful hand stroked up and down, along his shaft, careful to not scrape him with her long nails. Her lips went lower and lower, taking in his twitching length.
"So, there's nothing else… you want?" he questioned her, struggling to keep his tone steady. "Are you… sure? Because once again, you're giving me… nice things."
"Umm… I do want something. But that's for later. Let me extract the price of my help from you now… from this." Emma spoke after a deep long plunge.
Her fingers squeezed tighter around the base of his cock and her face went back down between his legs, claiming his shaft bit by bit until her nose reached his lower belly. With long and slow suckles, she caressed his cock inside with her tongue, licking every bump, massaging every inch.
After a few teasing bobs of her head, she pulled back ever so slowly, letting her moist lips glide over his sensitive skin until his cockhead popped out of her slippery mouth. She fondled and twirled her tongue around his family jewels, letting him feel the ticklish delight. The entire time her blue eyes remained locked on to his gaze; unwavering, teasing, aroused and greedy.
Tony’s hips moved subtly, bewitched by the heat of her throat around his cock. He plunged deeper into her throat. His ten fingers started to sink into her blond hair as his throbbing shaft disappeared into her mouth. It was warm, slick, and slippery, the ecstasy his primal need craved every time. He controlled the rhythm now, guiding her head to take him in completely.
He could feel the tugging sensations her throat made from the suction, arousing him to no end. She suckled hard one last time, pouting her cheeks over his cock. A little string of saliva followed when she finally pulled her head back.
Tony’s straining cock was clearly close to eruption. His entire length was covered in silky spit.
"Ummmh… Enough… I can't wait…"
Emma got up, her sylphlike waist swaying with a little dance, and teasingly threw away the negligee. Her breasts were laid bare in front of Tony; Perky, beautifully formed, just like snowy mountains of white with shining pink tips.
She turned around and leaned down, slowly lowering her provocative lace panties over the unblemished skin of her legs, while giving him a view of her tight entrance. Her ass was flawless, jutting out as she still kept her high heels on, and her glistening slit was a feast that was waiting for him to devour.
Tony could already feel his cock throbbing for action, but he controlled his hands from reaching out. He wanted to know how far she would go. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, her perfect slopes, her pale braless mounds, her slender waist, and that cascade of blond hair.
After a long agonizing moment, Emma turned back towards him and extended her legs to straddle his lap, keeping herself raised on her knees at each of his sides and her petals hovering above his cock. Her gaze was filled with heat, her face flushed in craving.
She gently leaned down a little and held Tony's head with both hands. She kissed his cheek and licked her own glossy kiss mark from his face, her tongue gliding down his jawline. She kept kissing and pecking until her lips found his, kissing him with scorching passion.
“Ummph…” Emma moaned into their kiss, clearly enjoying his deep responses. Sucking and teasing his tongue as if her thirst knew no bounds.
But she wanted more of the real thing. So, she grabbed his shaft with one hand, reaching between their bodies. She felt him throb in her delicate hold, and it aroused her more. Enough that she aimed his knob straight up and began lowering her lust-filled pink petals down.
“Oh!” she felt the sting as his sizable, bulbous cockhead spread her drenched, ready entrance.
Ring! Ring!
All of a sudden, like cold water on a blazing fire, Tony's phone rang. He didn't have to pick it up as Jarvis controlled it. So, with his hands still on Emma's delicious, curvy waist, he answered the call.
"Who is it?" Tony broke away from the kiss to ask, but kept his eyes on Emma’s sultry gaze.
"Tony! It's Romanoff—Fury's in surgery. SHIELD's compromised!"
Emma subtly groaned and with a puff of air, she got off of Tony's lap and sat her gelatinous ass down beside him with a huff, crossing her long legs and arms, still as naked as ever.
Tony silently looked at her, adorable and sexy when she was annoyed like that. Then he turned to his own insane erection. In the end, he exhaled a long sigh and stood up, pulling up his pants back to normal.
"I'm on my way."
Quickly, he cut the call and summoned his suit back on his body. His throat was dry from the 'almost' intimate evening. He wanted to go all the way and taste that blonde, ripe fruit.
"Let's plan something better later, Emma," Tony said, preparing to fly away. “Somewhere less… Evil Dead desolate.”
Emma rolled her eyes, sighed, and grabbed her negligee to wear. "It's Hydra."
Tony sharply stared at her face.
“It’s Hydra, Tony. I warned you—they’ve wormed their way into every corner of American society. They didn’t vanish after the war; they evolved. Your Department of Defense? Their playground. Your politicians? Loyal to their cause." She leaned closer, her gaze smoldering yet haunting. "And you are their greatest enemy—the final barrier to their twisted dream."
Mr. Stark. Her heartbeat is unusual. Bordering fear and anxiety.
Tony noted Jarvis’ revelation in his ears and tried to see through Emma’s personality. The woman was far too complex with motives unknown. He knew her history, her strained relationship with her family.
“What’s the deal with you and Hydra?”
"Do I need a reason to despise them, Tony? They’re lunatics—twisted minds that see mutants as nothing more than tools, lab rats for their grotesque ambitions. I was like them once. Cold, unfeeling, using mutants as pawns. Until I lost the ones I cherished most. When you became the President and I found out about your deal with Charles and Erik, I had to join you. I had to do something.”
Emma started calmly, but near the end of her words, her true thoughts came out. Her frustration, perhaps from her own failure in her past.
Tony nodded grimly, knowing what she was feeling. He felt the same after Afghanistan. After he returned from almost certain death. Knowing he killed innocents indirectly with his weapons.
“And? Your solution is to seduce me? To sleep with me?”
Emma chuckled all of a sudden. “Oh, don’t try to be the bigger person, Tony. You know it as much as I do, carnal desires have nothing to do with feelings and schemes. I felt like testing out the President of the United States, so I did.”
“What’s the verdict?” Tony asked just as he lowered his visor and started walking away.
Emma followed behind all the way to the door. “Hmm… the engine sure looked nice. Just need to take it on a test drive.”
Shhh…!
The boosters started.
“Then let’s book a better testing ground later.”
With that, Tony took off into the sky.
####
Tony not only flew to the safe house where Fury was staying but also flew twenty of his stealth Iron Guardians to guard the man around the clock. Any danger was to be killed instantly, no chance was to be given.
When he arrived, the safety protocol was boosted to its highest level.
"Well, would you look at Sleeping Beauty?" Tony muttered, peering through the glass of the operation room. "Funny thing, he once told me he had his eye on me. Guess he should've aimed that eye on something better."
"This isn't funny, Mr. President. Shield is on the verge of deploying three new helicarriers. If they take to the skies with Shield compromised, widescale havoc will be the least of our worries." Steve sternly warned, though he maintained a level of respect one should pay the President. "Please, investigate Shield thoroughly."
Tony scratched his beard with no care. He still wasn't done deploying his nanobots across the US government. Sure, it was spying, but it was going to be limited to his term before going dormant. He desperately wanted to weed out all the stooges of hidden powers.
"No time, buddy. What do you want me to be? A superhero? The President? Who do you want me to serve? The people? Or just the land? I'm focused on bringing about some revolutionary changes to America. If they fail, so does my four-year stint." Tony didn’t sugarcoat it. "You two can kick off the investigation under my banner. I’ll throw in twenty stealth Iron Guardians. Natasha, you’re CIA, but do me a solid—help him out. Cap’s still getting a software update on tech, and it’s taking a while."
"Got it, boss." Natasha saluted from the side.
Tony sighed and looked back at Fury. For a quick moment, he let them see his serious face.
"This time, let's not spare any chance of a head regrowing."
####
Just like that, one year of Tony’s ‘rule’ came to an end. It was yet again the 20th of January, and this time the crowd was even greater than his oath-taking ceremony. Not only that, it was just Tony, his Iron Guardians, and the ‘ceremonial’ Secret Service men around the main stage.
In his press briefing, he termed the day as the ‘Presidential Yearly Report’, a day that he hoped later Presidents would follow.
The day was sunny, although cold. The time was 11 in the morning. The slow patriotic music started to dim down, followed by a few mic check taps. Nobody knew what to expect from this gathering. They just wanted to see Tony Stark.
A man who somehow still maintained a 95% approval rating. A figure that was the first in American history. A number that told how much trust the people had put in one brainy, but indulgent man.
The man who gets things done.
The proof was in the credits roll on the massive screens that listed the things the President got done in one year.
Tap! Tap!
“Mic check, one, two, three—”
Boom!
Just as Tony appeared on the screen and counted to three, fireworks blasted into the sky made of powdered colors, painting an American flag for all to see. Iron Guardians did flybys instead of fighter jets.
"Good morning, America. Hope the day's rolling out the red carpet for you. I hear some schools are tuning in live for this—so brace yourselves for a little snooze-fest. Gotta keep it family-friendly, you know, for the kids."
Folks laughed, be it those on the field, those at home, those gazing at their phones, or even the kids in their classrooms. Tony Stark was many things, but boring was not one of them.
“So, a few days ago I had a dream—No, I’m not trying to mimic the great Martin Luther King, don’t cancel me for this… So, I had this dream where I actually kept all my promises, retired like a champ, and kicked back in a cozy vacation home—Texas, Montana, maybe a resort in Florida. Details were fuzzy. But then it hit me: you guys have no clue what’s been checked off the list and what’s still hanging. So, here we are—a little show-and-tell from your number one public servant. You’re welcome. Shall we start?"
The massive crowd of nearly two and a half million people chanted his name and their reply. It felt like a wild fever.
Tony chuckled and grabbed a small list in his metallic hands. Yes, he was still in his Iron Man armor, since Iron Man was also the President.
“A few days ago, a farmer emailed the White House and revealed that his tractor had an issue. It was a minor issue, and just needed a small change of parts. So, he called the company care center and asked for the part since it was pretty easy to change. But the company told him that —if he repairs it himself the warranty will be void. They don’t ship parts and he must take the tractor to the nearest repair center. Now, the nearest repair center for that man was two nights away. The on-site repair man quoted a 7-day wait and a fat bill of ten thousand and nine hundred dollars—Wanna know what broke? A fuse. A tiny fuse. My one-year-old could fix that if I, uh, had one.”
Tony took a pause.
“No more.”
Just like that, the people turned restless for no reason. Tony frowned since he had to wait for many minutes for them to calm down each time.
“Universal right to repair…”
Tony explained his small plan and continued with the next topic. A new program called HASA, Healthy America, Strong America was going to be initiated. The sole purpose was to make healthcare affordable and reachable to all. With nanotech an option, the world of medical science was about to change. With Banner’s help, and a few other sharp minds, Tony had planned to roll out medical versions of Iron Guardians that would train by watching real humans perform surgery and grow themselves to perform the same.
On top of that, Tony promised to break the big pharma monopoly by lifting all kinds of import restrictions from international drug makers as long as they were of good quality. Sure, it’d cause a loss of billions, but he cared for the people more than that. As for the argument that ‘research is expensive’, he had faith in Stark Industries.
After that, Tony announced a plan called ‘American Made’. A challenging goal to bring back manufacturing to America. By planning 50% machines and 50% human work ratio, he wanted to ensure good wages, lower prices of produce, and high productivity with quality. The idea wasn’t to shrink the worker class but to increase production to such a level that there’d be a shortage of workers.
“Last but not least, I want to make education accessible to all. But when the choice is to go neck deep in debt or just not go to college, many Americans choose the second option. Folks call me a once-in-a-millenia genius, which I agree with, but that’s not the point. I think there are countless other geniuses out there but hidden, forgotten because they can’t afford it.
“So, the new program called EMMA, Education Mentor for Modern Academics will fill that gap. At the cost of a thousand dollars per year, you can get a college degree of your choice. Using my artificial intelligence technology, I am bringing a personalized educator to your computer screens and phones.
“Got a question? Ask it verbally. Wanna get scolded for being lazy and not focusing? She can do it. She’ll even snitch to your parents. Every interaction will be one-on-one through this online teaching. Even a layman can do engineering without feeling ashamed of not knowing the basics. Semester-end exams will be held offline at your nearby government-run schools, libraries, and other places. Practical exams will also be held offline. Also, practical classes will be held offline once a month.
“On top of that, graduates become a part of the Innovator Initiative, a government scheme that grants funds to feasible entrepreneurship plans, and even spreads their word to investors. If they want normal jobs, they get connected with employers—Education for all!—Leave nobody behind!”
Tony paused right there and sipped some prepared water. It was hard to control the noise now since the excitement ran high. All the things he said and proposed were things that the majority of Americans, the average Joe, faced every single day. Healthcare cost, education cost—Tony’s plans were for the people.
Just as all government’s plans should be.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
“That’s that… I think that was it. Alright, I’ll head back and get back to work. You folks do the same.” Tony tapped on the mic again, ready to leave. But just as he was about to jet off, he slammed his face into the mic again. “Oh, and just so you know, I'm removing the presidential pardon for any family member of a president, candidate, ex-president, senator, or governor. Consider that a... little public service announcement."
Wooosh!
Tony Stark left just as fast as he appeared. Most didn’t even get to take in what he just declared.
But those that did, felt even more respect towards him. Most of America already knew that Tony Stark was a playboy with plenty of flaws.
Yet, somehow, the man turned out to be the best guy for the highest office.
####
Thud!
Tony jumped out of his suit, pulled away the necktie, and plopped down in his comfy chair at the office. Speaking to a massive crowd of that size was too much even for him. But it was finally done and dusted.
“I gotta relax… let’s call in my favorite, plump secretary.” Tony grabbed the phone and started dialing for Darcy.
Knock! Knock!
“Ah, speak of the demoness.” Tony straightened up in his chair expectantly. “Come on in.”
The thick door to his office got pushed open. Footsteps resounded.
Yet, Tony’s brows stirred higher with each second that passed. The blood rushing southwards stopped abruptly.
Is this what they call a cockblock? It sure felt like one.
It was a man who looked old, perhaps in his fifties. He had the American flag pin on his suit collar and looked like an office worker.
“Who’re you?” Tony asked, one hand under his table to trigger his suit and the room’s defense.
“Someone you’re going to hate, Mr. President.” the man replied and shoved his hand into his suit’s pocket. “I work in the White House as a senior clerk, but since you prefer the opposite gender, it’s normal for you to not know me.”
“Listen, buddy. I just returned from a speech that felt like a rock concert. Whatever you got, say it and be on your way.” Tony sharply ordered, a hint of threat in his tone. Jarvis had already rang bells in his ears. The old man in front of him wasn’t normal.
Finally, the old man took out a bundle of photographs from his pocket and threw it on the table. A sneer was constantly plastered on his face.
“Look at them, Tony Stark—Look at your downfall—naked, sinful, debaucherous, filthy—”
“HOLY SHIT!” Tony jumped to his feet, eyes wide in excitement. He snatched one of the photos. “This is from… fuck, where did you get these? These are from the… Great MIT orgy of 95! Look at them blondes—greatest night of my life.”
“...”
The old man frowned, a vengeful glare in his gaze. “We also have the video. And if you don’t stop investigating Shield, we wi—”
“Give me a copy!”
“You don’t seem to be aware of your situa—”
“Jarvis, can you leak it anonymously? I gotta show them new nerds how it’s really done. Ah, miss those days.”
“Mr. President, you should not take us lightl—”
“Wait a second! Is this… Isn’t this my mechanics professor? Man, she had big bonkers—I miss Ms. Pam.”
“...”
“This one’s Martha, I think… as great of a bumper as Pam’s rack.”
“...”
“M-Mr. President…”
Too bad, Mr. President was lost, balls deep in the debaucherous memory lane.
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Question: What happens to Bucky? In this universe, Tony is immensely powerful and influential. Do you think Bucky can survive that? Or will Tony forgive him?
Choice 1 - Bucky is toast. Bucky dies.
Choice 2 - Captain saves Bucky somehow. Causes a drift in the Avengers. Captain loses his military rank.
Choice 3 - Tony forgives Bucky because Tony has great companions like May and Raven who can be the voice of reason and comfort.
Comments
Jacob Weiss
3
Hybrid _____
Option 3
Hadrian Scipio
3
WMAF Enjoyer
Number 1 because the drama is great
Beastank
I’m feeling 3
Luck George
3
Huntzman
Choice 3
Shadow34
3
Aidan Jones
3
Bl00dSpartan
2
Vu
3
Cup of Happy
3
Nav
I'm suprsoed they think it's not already public everybody in iron man 1 knew Tony's a playboy by the way i pick option 1 it's drama
Nav
1
Tiago Mieres
3
Q
Option 3
FictionFan
Option 3. He has to serve the needs of justice. Barnes did not possess the right state of mind to have the intent to commit his alleged crimes.
John Bose
3
Ofeq 2003
Hydra dude: we got you Stark! Tony: oh shit! That's my MIT porn star orgies... Best moment of my life! Who said nerds can't get pussy
Ofeq 2003
3
The Shaman
At this stage, this Tony is different from MCU Tony. Option 3 works
Ofeq 2003
Poor Logan... Tony doesn't need the Secret Service, the Secret Service needs him
Idsuikyo
3
woody wolff
I would think 3 but I think Steve should be involved somehow.
Grey Jack
Can't shame a man for sexual hijinks if he's not ashamed of them lol ....1
JF1215
Choice 3 this version of Tony has women to to rely on as that shoulder to lay down on not just for sex but for empathy
Eternal Playa
3
